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07/15/08 - (1)
Toys
For the past seven and a half years, The mischievous kids running America's government Have been playing in a vast Mideast sandbox,
Digging in the arid lands of Iraq and Afghanistan, Making mountains out of spider holes, In a shock-and-awe ego show of juvenile bravado,
Creating the kind of sound-and-fury devilment Six- and seven-year-olds revel in, at recess, As they develop their alpha-male bullying skills.
Only, the toys they've brought from home Are more sophisticated than your ordinary childish things — Shovels and buckets, Tonka trucks, action figures.
No, they've been frolicking with machine guns, assault rifles, Rocket-propelled grenades, bombs, missiles, mortars, tanks, Laser-guided "smart" and "stealth" technology.
After all, these kids are America's future — Nothing but the best for them, No matter that their daily sandbox shenanigans
Are fast draining their parents' vast reserves — The ten-trillion-dollar annual GDP — Putting a full nelson on everyone's necessity spending,
Indeed, threatening the solvency of financial institutions Holding home mortgages and credit-card debt, Diverting their gas, to fill the biggest toys,
Those that go bang and pow, crash and splatter and burn, Those that fly from floating guzzlers in nearby oceans. Oh, the millions of gallons, billions of dollars, wasted daily!
"But who can fault them?" you and you and you ask. "Come on! They're just healthy, growing boys Going through their rites of passage. Boys will be boys!"
But what some of us in this country have begun to wonder Is not when they're going to grow up, But if,
Especially when this new breed of spoiled kid Believes in the American baby-boomer dream-ethos That he who ends up with the most toys owns the sandbox.
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